Sarah B. Royal’s poems are mesmerizing—they carry an atmosphere both eerie and introspective, unraveling layers of memory, loss, and the haunting of time. The imagery is rich and immersive, from “apparitions thread through crooked streets” to “phantom brass and spectral tambourine.” These vivid details feel almost cinematic, as if the reader is stepping into a ghostly procession through forgotten realms.
The repeated theme of folds and creases in the map is especially poignant, symbolizing the complexity of human experiences—each turn or wrinkle revealing truths that define our journey. The interplay of past and present, longing and resilience, shines through in the way she navigates “silent crossroads” and “lost souls.”
Her closing lines—”the world’s worn fabric frays with age, yet each folded secret charts our pilgrimage”—leave an impression of hope and perseverance in the face of time’s inexorable march.

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